It must have been lovely. Tom Paxton wrote that song decades ago about what we’re doing to the planet. My concerns are more local: 33rd and Seventh.
It’s hard to argue with the decision to turn the page on Phil Jackson. But since his ouster, signing Hardaway to a rich deal was universally decried by hoop experts. And putting Steve Mills in charge of naming a successor sounds like W tabbing Dick Cheney with the task of finding a VP.
Matters were exacerbated by David Griffin’s decision to remove his name from candidacy for the position. While I’m not sure he would have been the greatest choice, the fact that an out of work veteran NBA GM would eschew the Garden job speaks volumes. He could have taken a hefty paycheck to work at the World’s Most Famous Arena. But how could he function, or anyone worthwhile function, if he’s not allowed to name his own staff or make basketball decisions on his own?
MSG lurches from giving one man total control, (or so they said with Phil), to tying the hands of the next man up. Of course, any owner will be the ultimate arbiter when a major 
move involves big money. But the implication given was that Mills or Dolan could arbitrarily veto any move Griffin wanted to make.
Come on, that was Lebron’s job.
The whole affair further undermines any faith that this place will ever function cohesively with the end result being a winning franchise. Meanwhile, Phil has his tootsies up, relaxing by the lake while collecting 24 mil for the next two years. Some guys have all the luck.
